the light bursts
from a sack
the bottom
broken through,

this bent bhikkhu
screams silently
into the
non-attached
that becomes
brighter at every corner
of my fractal mandala
divergent source code
new galaxy on and
on and on.

In a distant universe
stork-like birds are startled
by the shore
that endlessly laps at
our efforts of serenity.

ephemerally here infinitely now
the empty everything
takes any form
we give.